The white, crystalline beast fangs transformed into glowing particles, their divine light cascading down, charging forward like falling stars streaking across the sky—brilliant and beautiful, yet exuding a terrifying aura.
A silver moon rose, hanging like a shimmering mirror over the sea, serene and tranquil. However, a thunderous "clang" shattered this peace.
In the duel between Beifeng and Little Dot, one wielded a treasure artifact while the other used primordial magic. The brilliant light rain poured down with a ceaseless clang, causing the entire forest to tremble.
There were forty-two glowing particles in total, spinning and swirling together to form a meteor shower. Incomprehensibly splendid, yet it was a lethal weapon.
With a whoosh, they streaked through the air, turning vegetation into dust and piercing through giant boulders as if they were mere sieves—invulnerable.
Little Dot's expression was resolute as he did his utmost, deploying two silver moons—one for protection and one for offense—attacking forward, clashing violently with the light particles.
It was like a battle between deities, beautiful and resplendent. Both the silver moons and the light rain showered the area with divine radiance, creating a scene of vibrant splendor with streaks of glowing auspice.
After several dozen clashes, one of the silver moons shattered. Little Dot regrouped, maintaining two moons, and continued to fend off the light rain, rising and falling as divine light scattered.
A hum sounded as the light particles reversed their flight, reassembling into a beast fang necklace, reappearing on Beifeng’s wrist—each one clear and white, dazzling to the eye.
This treasure artifact was startling, capable of killing invisibly and being unpreventable, yet it appeared so delicate at first glance, lacking the appearance of a formidable weapon.
"You’re not using a treasure artifact; this is the power of bone scripts," Beifeng said, his expression uncertain. It was terrifying that such a small child could wield this mysterious power.
"What?" In the distance, the people from Beicun stared in shock, regarding Little Dot as if he were a monster, both amazed and frightened.
"Beifeng, kill him. He must not be allowed to live," ordered Beicun's patriarch, Beili Qing.
"Little Dot, be careful. That’s a treasure artifact bestowed by the spirits. As long as it's still active, it can be used without activating bone scripts. Whoever it is granted to can wield it," Shi Yunfeng reminded, hastening to detoxify the Qinglin Hawk, with runes flickering between his fingers and various medicinal powders being sprinkled over several wounds.
"I won’t let you go this time," Little Dot declared, having experienced much that day. His gaze was intense, fists clenched, and his tone resolute and determined.
"A child so young understanding and mastering the mysterious power of bone scripts, and so skillfully—he must be a remarkable genius even among the major clans," Beifeng said calmly, his gaze icy, with a cold smile. "Unfortunately, you won’t live much longer."
With a hum, the beast fang necklace flew up again, then dispersed into individual glowing particles, charging at Little Dot.
This time, the light particles formed a wolf-like monster, rushing forward with a fierce, radiant maw, aiming to devour Little Dot.
"Clang"
The silver moons spun and struck the beast, emitting waves of moonlight in a peaceful yet divine display. The two forces collided, sending sparks flying.
"What powerful magic, rivaling a treasure artifact—truly astonishing. This child is so formidable, even among the great clans’ geniuses, remarkable," Beicun's patriarch marveled, becoming more resolute in his intent to eliminate Shi Hao. The enmity was set; only by completely eliminating this child could he find peace.
With a whoosh, the fiery light spread, the beast form disintegrated into several parts—claws, a blood-red maw, a bronze head, and an iron back—scattering, also made of light particles, pressing down on Little Dot.
This treasure artifact, consisting of forty-two beast fangs, could merge or disperse, with varied offensive capabilities, making it nearly impossible to defend against.
Little Dot could only summon two silver moons at this point and was struggling to cope, while the opponent’s artifact was a powerful item formed from spirit bones.
"Let’s see how you’ll counter this," Beifeng sneered, chanting a secret spell taught by the spirits, turning the beast fangs into several weapons, vividly resembling claws and beast heads.
"Clang"
The silver moons clashed, slashing at the claws and maw, creating a fierce impact. Suddenly, one silver moon exploded, sending a spray of silver light that scattered the light particles.
From a distance, Beifeng was startled and retreated as Little Dot seized the opportunity to charge at him, aiming to eliminate him first.
The light rain flew back rapidly, shielding Beifeng. He remained composed, saying, "Can you be faster than a treasure artifact?"
Little Dot did not respond, continuing his assault. Two silver moons rose, slashing towards Beifeng’s body.
At that moment, all forty-two beast fangs floated together, emitting a dazzling light, interlinking to form a radiant battle suit, draping over Beifeng.
The silver moons kept striking, unable to penetrate the suit. The forty-two fangs had linked together, creating an immensely strong and brilliant light armor.
At the same time, some of the beast fangs became even more dazzling, transforming into daggers and spirit arrows, shooting at Little Dot.
"Clang," "Clang"
The silver moons dimmed, and Little Dot was forced to retreat.
"In this vast wilderness, I’m considered a genius, but now there’s another like you. However, that’s enough. Little brat, I’ll send you on your way, ending this brief and tragic life of yours," Beifeng said, his expression ominous, stepping forward.
Relying on the treasure artifact, Beifeng protected himself against the two silver moons. The beast fangs emitted light, forming arrows and daggers, targeting Little Dot’s body.
Beifeng, having killed many before and renowned for his ruthless and resilient nature, showed no remorse in killing a child. Instead, he wore a cold, cruel smile.
"Break"
Little Dot shouted, never discouraged. Despite the power of the treasure artifact, he remained fearless and continued to use primordial magic.
With a boom, the two silver moons collided, exploding into blinding silver light, with echoes of monstrous bird cries resonating, like crashing waves and falling rocks, thrilling and awe-inspiring.
The silver moons shattered, and two blurred figures flew out, merging into a somewhat more tangible form—a terrifying demonic bird, spreading its wings and striking at Beifeng.
"Bang"
Like a divine scepter crashing down, Beifeng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his treasure artifact dimmed considerably. The forty-two beast fangs scattered, falling from his body.
Beifeng was horrified, while others were stunned. A treasure artifact granted by the spirits had been forcefully shattered by a child.
In a critical moment, Little Dot gained further insight into the magic and seized this rare opportunity. He leaped high, his small foot aiming for Beifeng’s face.
"Bang"
Though small, Little Dot possessed astonishing strength. Leaping several meters high, landing heavily on Beifeng’s face, it was a terrifying sight.
A faint crack was heard as Beifeng’s left cheek deformed, bones breaking. In pain, his face twisted, tears streaming down as he let out a howl like a wolf.
"Bang"
Little Dot stomped on Beifeng’s face, and his other foot landed on Beifeng’s chest with equal force. The ribs cracked loudly, several breaking with a few more audible snaps.
Beifeng, who had previously had several bones broken by the people of Shicun and had not yet recovered, was now thrown across the air, spitting blood and suffering even more severe injuries.
Little Dot had stepped on his face with one foot and on his chest with the other, then was propelled backward, both crashing to the ground.
Beifeng's cries of pain sounded almost inhuman, as Little Dot had landed on him. His face was utterly crushed on one side, and his right ribcage was completely shattered, with blood continually seeping from the corners of his mouth.
Everything happened too quickly. No one had expected Little Dot to be so formidable. At a critical moment, a powerful spell was cast that actually broke through the treasure artifact bestowed by the spirits—truly defying the heavens.
"Stop!"
"Quick, retrieve the artifact!"
Beicun's patriarch, Beili Qing, and the leader of the hunting team, Beishan, shouted in unison.
Little Dot waved his hand, and the silver moon spun, lifting the beast fang necklace back to him.
The necklace was indeed beautiful, with all forty-two beast fangs white and translucent like mutton-fat jade, shining with a brilliant luster and containing a peculiar power.
Little Dot touched it and then directly put it on his wrist. Seeing this, the people of Beicun were furious and astonished. This was a precious family treasure, and it had been taken by this little child.
Beifeng cried out in agony as Little Dot stomped down hard, leaving him severely injured. The people of Beicun roared and charged forward together.
Seeing this, Little Dot stomped hard on Beifeng again, breaking more of his bones. Then, without looking back, Little Dot stepped off him, turning his back and ignoring him. With a swing of a silver moon, several "puffs" were heard, blood spraying as Beifeng’s arms and legs were severed.
Beifeng howled like a wild beast, crying out in pain. This genius’s fate was now utterly ruined; he was not dead yet but suffered even more than death.
"Spirits, why haven’t you arrived? Hurry and come!" Beicun's patriarch’s face was ashen with anger.
In the forest, a low, eerie sound was heard, as if a terrifying creature was approaching. The entire atmosphere was filled with a chilling murderous intent.
"Lin Hu, Fei Jiao, are you ready? Damn it, if Beicun’s spirits dare to appear, kill them!" Shi Yunfeng ordered.
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